The first thing I see when I open my eyes is my bandaged arm and I'm in a hospital bed.
I didn't die.
The heavens answered my prayer.
Maybe I should start having more faith. My body feels weak but I'm just glad that I'm alive.
"Hey." I hear a strange voice and I strain to look at the direction.
And this is the last person I expected to see here.
"Garth?"
"Hey beautiful."
Uhm...okay.
My throat is so dry that I can barely get a voice out. I think he notices how I'm straining and he quickly walks to where I am and helps me up handing me a glass of water.
He places a pillow in the back of my head and I use my healthy arm to pull myself up from my lying position. My body is kind of numb but I'm sure once the sedatives fade off I will be feeling the pain.
My right arm has been bandage
